Being polite and charming gained her a seat at the royal table, the respect of her peers, and an overall sense of satisfaction that she'd put the old Panette behind. But letting the old Panette out to play against some bandits got her the Crown Princess of Solm sitting on her face.
"Yes, right there...ah, you're so good at this, don't stop!"
They'd barely made it to their tent, Timerra hadn't even given her a chance to strip off her dirty clothes before tackling her to the bedroll, peeling off her panties and straddling her. She was dripping wet, and while eating Timerra out was always on par with biting into one of the Somniel's juicy peaches or savoring its flavorful oranges, the still-potent adrenaline from the battle made her taste even stronger, her juices thicker and more abundant. Panette's hands gripped the Princess's strong thighs as she wiggled her tongue in and out, licking greedily, trying to coax even more of the irresistable ambrosia from her.
Timerra, for her part, ground her pussy harder against Panette's lips, one hand gripping her hair for leverage, her thick bush of hair tickling her nose every now and then.
"Almost...!"
Panette slid her tongue out, lashing across Timerra's open folds before wriggling upwards towards her clit. A few quick licks, a brush of her upper lip, and Timerra sang her orgasm to the skies.
(It was a good thing they were alone out here, and that their wolves slept like logs after a good ride.)
She drank down as much of her Princess's wetness as she could, lapping her up, Timerra gasping and squirming as she came over and over again. Eventually she loosened her grip and pulled off of Panette's face slowly, giving Panette a lingering view of her spasming sex before lying down next to her.
"That skirmish sure made you thirsty," she quipped. Panette smiled, licking her lips.
"I'm always thirsty for you, my Princess," she said. "Sometimes I think you lure the bandits out on purpose so I have an excuse to go wild." Timerra laughed.
"Does it matter? We've stopped another pack of jerks from harming the people in this desert, and we got to have sex." She paused. "Or rather, I got some. I do need to properly reward my loyal retainer." She tugged Panette's underwear off, undoing the clasps of her dress and her bra. Panette's breasts weren't quite as impressive as the likes of Chloé's or Princess Ivy's, but she was proud of them and knew how much her Princess liked them.
Timerra lowered her head, capturing a nipple between her lips, flicking the other one with her fingertips, and Panette didn't bother trying to hold back her moans. Not like in the beginning when she and Timerra had first become lovers, and thanks to Timerra's enthusiasm and surprisingly sneaky ways she'd dropped all restraint before the night was over.
And that's how I want it, when it's just us you can be yourself, so show me just how wild you can be.
She buried her hands in Timerra's hair, undoing the clasp holding her ponytail in place, rubbing her thighs together as the heat between them grew thicker and wetter. And then Timerra was spreading her legs wide, pushing them up and licking her lips.
"You're looking pretty tasty yourself." And she buried her face down there, Panette unable to stop a salvo of pleasured growls and swears. Even when she was digging into a hunk of freshly-roasted meat Timerra didn't feast with this much gusto; licking up and down Panette's folds, pushing her tongue in and out, tickling her entrance. Panette thrashed under her, grabbing her own breast with one hand and pulling at her Princess's hair with the other.
And then Timerra began to suck at her clit, and the world went white.
"FUCK...!"
It felt like ages before she finally got her bearings again, and Timerra was still going at her. Panette whimpered, by now she was too sensitive and it was starting to hurt; Timerra pulled away after giving her sex one last kiss.
Timerra laid down and draped her arms over Panette's body, Panette shifting to lean against her for the moment. The sheets were twisted in a heap at the bottom of the bedroll, but they didn't need them for now. The night was far from over, and both of them still had more than enough energy to work off.
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[MA] Post-Battle Feast (FE Engage, Timerra/Panette)
Date: 2024-04-30 07:00 pm (UTC)"Yes, right there...ah, you're so good at this, don't stop!"
They'd barely made it to their tent, Timerra hadn't even given her a chance to strip off her dirty clothes before tackling her to the bedroll, peeling off her panties and straddling her. She was dripping wet, and while eating Timerra out was always on par with biting into one of the Somniel's juicy peaches or savoring its flavorful oranges, the still-potent adrenaline from the battle made her taste even stronger, her juices thicker and more abundant. Panette's hands gripped the Princess's strong thighs as she wiggled her tongue in and out, licking greedily, trying to coax even more of the irresistable ambrosia from her.
Timerra, for her part, ground her pussy harder against Panette's lips, one hand gripping her hair for leverage, her thick bush of hair tickling her nose every now and then.
"Almost...!"
Panette slid her tongue out, lashing across Timerra's open folds before wriggling upwards towards her clit. A few quick licks, a brush of her upper lip, and Timerra sang her orgasm to the skies.
(It was a good thing they were alone out here, and that their wolves slept like logs after a good ride.)
She drank down as much of her Princess's wetness as she could, lapping her up, Timerra gasping and squirming as she came over and over again. Eventually she loosened her grip and pulled off of Panette's face slowly, giving Panette a lingering view of her spasming sex before lying down next to her.
"That skirmish sure made you thirsty," she quipped. Panette smiled, licking her lips.
"I'm always thirsty for you, my Princess," she said. "Sometimes I think you lure the bandits out on purpose so I have an excuse to go wild." Timerra laughed.
"Does it matter? We've stopped another pack of jerks from harming the people in this desert, and we got to have sex." She paused. "Or rather, I got some. I do need to properly reward my loyal retainer." She tugged Panette's underwear off, undoing the clasps of her dress and her bra. Panette's breasts weren't quite as impressive as the likes of Chloé's or Princess Ivy's, but she was proud of them and knew how much her Princess liked them.
Timerra lowered her head, capturing a nipple between her lips, flicking the other one with her fingertips, and Panette didn't bother trying to hold back her moans. Not like in the beginning when she and Timerra had first become lovers, and thanks to Timerra's enthusiasm and surprisingly sneaky ways she'd dropped all restraint before the night was over.
And that's how I want it, when it's just us you can be yourself, so show me just how wild you can be.
She buried her hands in Timerra's hair, undoing the clasp holding her ponytail in place, rubbing her thighs together as the heat between them grew thicker and wetter. And then Timerra was spreading her legs wide, pushing them up and licking her lips.
"You're looking pretty tasty yourself." And she buried her face down there, Panette unable to stop a salvo of pleasured growls and swears. Even when she was digging into a hunk of freshly-roasted meat Timerra didn't feast with this much gusto; licking up and down Panette's folds, pushing her tongue in and out, tickling her entrance. Panette thrashed under her, grabbing her own breast with one hand and pulling at her Princess's hair with the other.
And then Timerra began to suck at her clit, and the world went white.
"FUCK...!"
It felt like ages before she finally got her bearings again, and Timerra was still going at her. Panette whimpered, by now she was too sensitive and it was starting to hurt; Timerra pulled away after giving her sex one last kiss.
Timerra laid down and draped her arms over Panette's body, Panette shifting to lean against her for the moment. The sheets were twisted in a heap at the bottom of the bedroll, but they didn't need them for now. The night was far from over, and both of them still had more than enough energy to work off.